So little to do, so much time
It's not like I don't have enough to worry about. Work, rent, grad school, annoying diseases that require 4 shots a day, french class, bitchy gay men with their panties in a bunch, updating my resume, finding good clip art for a fucking annoying project, Herr Gropenfurher a sign of the apocalypse, wondering if I should be embarassed for liking 'a walk to remember' as much as I do, the fact that all my shoes are wearing out, sending out thank yous for my birthday presents (it was in SEPTEMBER), but now I'm in trouble for not updating my livejournal. Sign. Someday I'll be a real grown-up, but I hope not.